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Britblog Roundup # 64

I had an old mate around last night, bit of a poet so he is, and he provided a few lines for us to celebrate our 64 th time around on this whirlygig that is the Britblog Roundup.

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

As a public service announcement we’d like to remind you that today is World Laughter Day. Please add jokes to the comments section on the basis that this might actually raise a little bit of it.

Continuing with our laughter theme try Twenty Major on the Irish Eurovision contestant. Read the comments too:

And anyway I think the Provos disbanded their West Belfast Choirboy brigade some time ago due to adverse press reporting - the word "bandit" kept getting prefixed.

All the same you have to admire the genius of RTE. There's no way they're going to have to stump up next year.

Johnny B finds that fatherhood makes him irresistible to women. Ain’t that always the way? You’ve got to get one to get another?

Mr. Angry on Moussaoui and his 72 virgins. Do you still get them if you die in jail? And are there women saving themselves up to get 1/72 of a murderer?

Poetry and Prescott are not the two things which immediately associate themselves in my mind but Cliff’s Column brings it off magnificently.

Oscar sinks his fangs into Kitty Ussher MP (while noting that her name is not, despite what you might think, a synonym for a Victorian lesbian). Quick thought, do wildebeest actually have fangs?

Robert Sharp gives praise to Mrs. Sharp. Would you believe a birthday cake iced up to be a web page?

The Sharpener would like you to know that they’re back, bigger and badder than ever. That’s an example of Backword Dave’s penetrating political commentary BTW.

The Devil’s Kitchen brings his toolbox of invective and sarcasm to the politics of the Middle East. Oddly, the invective is only used to explain why there isn’t any.

Make My Vote Count on compulsory voting. I wish my literary studies had progressed far enough for me to tell which play is being spoofed.

Consider Phlebas takes last week’s political segmentations and turns them into a 256 node four dimensional space. I think.

The Avian Comestible on reasons to vote Labour. 120 of them, no less. Actually, 121, an added bonus at the bottom. I’d strongly sugggest showing that to any Labour Party supporters you know and then asking them "WTF"?

Martin Stabe brings to our attention the bizarre goings on at our mutual alma mater (and yes, it’s Jim’s as well) the LSE. A Lecturer can only blog if he’s not a meanie about the school?

Katundu gives as much introduction to the BNP as you’ll ever need.

Liberal England on the teacher’s unions. If we no longer expect them to be polite then what hope for civilization?

Adloyada on the Beeb’s report into it’s own coverage of the Israel/Palestine thingummy. The one where they admit they are indeed biased.

A Dodge manages to combine Lib Dems, anti semitism , the EU Parilament and Mark Oaten into one post.

And that’s it. To provide entries for next week simply email the URL to britblog At gmail DOT com.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away. Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

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